Round & Round - Mo3

Skurrr, Skurr, Skurr

Yeah

This be for BG4L Nigga

BGFL Need A Better Way

On Gang

We Up Nigga

Nigga, Pockets Fat Than A Bitch Like, (Heh)

Barely Walk In This Hoe Nigga

(Sli-I-Ide)

I’m OSAMA3 Live

(We Gon Ri-ide)

That’s On Barber Nigga

MO Muthafuckin 3 Nigga

Park The Vehicle, Don’t Lock The Door

There They Go, Hop Out In Black

(Gang)

30's, We Reload Extendo’s

Double Back, Ah, They Ass Gettin Wacked

(Bang)

Big Ol' Mack, In The Back Of The Sto' Low

I Can’t Lie, I Got Weight On My Back

(That's On Gang)

The Devil Keep Talkin, But I’mma Keep Walkin

Till I Chop Him Down, That’s A Fact

Tell Me

Why They Wanna Slide Off In Business? (My Bidness?)

I Take The Calico, Battle My Enemies

(Wuh?)

Just Like The Animal, Pop Up With Semis

(Huh?)

There They Go

44 Knock Him Out His Britches (Bow)

BGFL Did That For My Lil Nigga (Bwah)

He HSM, I Won’t Tell On My Hitta (Gang)

I’m Yellin Gang Gang

Till They Kill Me (What?!)

I Catch A Opp Slippin, I’mma Spit Em

I Speed Off, (Speed Off, Yeah)

Then Take The Mask Off (Skurr)

Won’t Nobody Know My Lil Secret

As Long As You Keep It

I Look Like A Cash Vault (Bahh)

Fuck On That Hoe

Cuz She Built Like A Model

I Beat It Up

Then That Bitch Ass Off (Fa Real)

Versace And Fendi

Hopped Out In Balenci', Period

I Make That Bag Talk

I’m Ready To Ride On One Of My Enemies

I Won’t Fold Up

He Frozed Up

I Told God That I Can’t Lie

I Catch A Opp

Bitch, I’m Gon' Smoke Sumn

This Murder Shit Addicted To Me

So I’m Slidin' Bitch

They Know Us

Go Get That Nigga, Zip Him Up

He Caught That Neck Shot

Stitch His Thoat Up (Yeah!)

Karma Comin Back

She Goin' Round And Round

(Round And Round)

I Get Them Racks

She Got That Ass

She Throw It Round And Round

(Round And Round)

Fuck What They Sayin'

I’ll Up This Bitch, And Let Off Round For Round

(Round For Round)

Hit Up They Shit, Then Spin Again

Come Back, Around And Round

(Why-Y?)

BG4L Gon' Slang Them Choppas

Knock Em Outta Bounds

(That's On Gang)

I Make My Hitters Swing That Pole

Who Want To Smoke It Out?

(On Gang?)

All My Life Boy

I’ve Been Traumatized

And Talked About (Why-Y?)

So I Stood Up Like I Was Paralyzed

And Walked Around

(Blttt-Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah)

(Why-Y-Y-Y?)

I Need It (You Know I Need It Babe)

Big Dessert Eagle, I Keep It (I Keep It)

I Told Em To Give Me A Reason (R ason)

I’mma Go In Like A Demon

(Like A Demon)

How’d I Blow Up?

I Don’t Need It (I Don’t Need It)

Ain’t No Lean In My Cup

I’m Not Drinkin

(Hoe, You Reachin)

Ain’t No Molly

But I Got Her Geekin (What?!)

Put This Choppa Outside Of The Regal

(Gang)

Tell Em Dont Come To The Block Hoe (Block)

Y’all Barack Em To Stop Em

As Soon As They Spot Em

They Dot Em And Drop Em Like Dominoes

Feelin Cocky Like Rocky

I’m Strapped With The Rocket

I’ll Pop Up, And Heat Up The Calico

(Blttt-Bah-Bah)

I Just Might Kidnap That Nigga

(Kidnap That Nigga?!)

Run Off With The Sack…

Adios

Live By The Sword

I Don’t Know That I Never Had One

(Nah-Uh)

Looked Up To God, Like Change Me

My Past Gon Make Me Wack Someone

Hallelujah, All My Shooters Got Ruegers

Don’t Be No Crash Dummy

Brick By Brick

Bitch I Jump Out With That Stick, (Bah)

Then I Crash Sumn (Yeah)

Karma Comin Back

She Goin' Round And Round

(Round And Round)

I Get Them Racks

She Got That Ass

She Throw It Round And Round

(Round And Round)

Fuck What They Sayin'

I’ll Up This Bitch, And Let Off Round For Round

(Round For Round)

Hit Up They Shit, Then Spin Again

Come Back, Around And Round

(Why-Y?)

BG4L Gon' Slang Them Choppas

Knock Em Outta Bounds

(That's On Gang)

I Make My Hitters Swing That Pole

Who Want To Smoke It Out?

(On Gang?)

All My Life Boy

I’ve Been Traumatized

And Talked About

(Why-Y?)

So I Stood Up Like I Was Paralyzed

And Walked Around

(Blttt-Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah)

(Why-Y-Y-Y?)